They were hard, almost dead-like, but he asked, “You done being a bitch?” Siobhan gasped behind him. I hadn’t realized she was still with us. I nodded, a small up and down, but it was true. He knew what I’d been doing. I said, but it came out as a whisper, “I’m sorry.” “I get it. What you’re going through, I’m shocked you’re not a bigger bitch.”
